So most of this post is not going to be about pregnancy stuff but I had to remind you...
Any day now, for sure in less than a month, people are going to let me take a real live baby home to keep at my house. Seriously. You have been warned.
Ahhh my inherent sexiness strikes again. Last night I awoke at 4am to an awful ear ache. Ear aches for me almost always mean a small sinus infection- which I'm pretty sure I have. I sat up. This cause the bloody nose I'd apparently had for some time while asleep, to start dripping down my face and the back of my throat. I ran (ok waddled quickly) to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I decided to brush my teeth to get rid of the taste. That irritated my already queasy stomach and I spent the next couple minutes crying and vomiting strawberries into the bathroom sink. Nate woke up to come rub my back.
While Nate was having furloughs at work he started doing some extra work in a mower shop. This mower shop is owned by one of his best friend's dad. It is also one of the local hangouts for the 'Old Men of Perry'. They would come in small groups to sit around the shop and BS. Nate's jokes and attitudes took a definite old man feel onto them during this time. I teased him about it (he is almost a whole year older than me). He talked with them, ate lunch with them and became friends with them. He was already familiar with most of these men but a definite kinship happened during this time.
This past week we were changing the hinges on a door in our hallway. We had let the dogs into the living room and they were lounging around. Hoss, whose attention span is ridiculously low, came over to see what I was doing. I noticed that his foot was glowing like a little girl's night necklace at Disneyland. I yelled for Nate. We searched the living room to find that Hoss had gotten into the first aid/emergency kit and chewed on the emergency kit glow stick. Luckily these are non-toxic. The above is a picture of our couch cushion (sorry for the bad pic it was really hard to get it to show) with glowy stuff on it. The glowy stuff was also all over Hoss and the living room floor.
We bought this yellow watermelon for $5 off a guy on the side of the road. He threw in a tiny cantaloupe for free. It weighed 45 lbs and was delicious!
So yesterday I said to myself, I said, “L, this vomiting thing is getting ridiculous. You must stop. Pay attention to your body and decide on something you can eat tonight that will make it happy.” So I thought and decided that watermelon was the magic food that would make me better. 
“Jim dear”, I said “I would like to eat watermelon tonight. Please make this happen.”
He said, “Yes, Darling”.
Honestly though, I really did decide watermelon was what I wanted so we went to the grocery store and got both a cut up quarter of watermelon and one of those baby whole watermelons.
Then we went to Ox’s parents to bring them some church-related things and I ate my whole baby watermelon there (the cut one was icky). Yes, the entire thing. Don’t judge me.
And I did magically feel better. I was even able to eat the crust of the pizza Jeanne had made. Yummy!
So now I wonder…I thought watermelon for pregnant women was a cliché. You know Lady and the Tramp, winter time, a fruit almost impossible to get in the winter = a tiny jab at how demanding and ridiculous pregnant women are.
However, now I believe. This morning I woke up feeling as good as I ever have pre-parasite.
Watermelon is the wonder fruit!
PS I will expect regular shipments of watermelon to start being delivered by my best and closest friends and family.
